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thanksgiving poem

qui cade nessuna luce
portimi la canzone morbida
agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina
era un oysterman giovane alto
mi sono sentito che una principessa sicura
come candela bianca
felicitŕ
era non per quell'odore singolare
le ombre delle navi
e con l'uccello di ronzio
sono andati i tre, quelle sorelle rare
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
le preghiere bianche piccole
alla mezzanotte

 



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